The Soft Whispers of Love
"Spencer, do you like what you see? Your eyes are as wide as saucers…"
I could feel that every muscle in his body had tensed.
His body temperature was slowly rising, and his skin was heating up. In fact, it seemed as if even his blood was about to boil.
His Adam's apple bobbed vigorously, and the vein on the side of his neck popped sexily.
I tilted my head, then ran my soft lips over that vein, before landing on his Adam's apple and giving it a small nibble.
It was like a dam had suddenly broken. Or a volcano that had been asleep for a millennium had abruptly erupted.